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xgothixsx · 2 years ago

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Tonight is my lucky night (Carlos Olivera x reader)

here’s another one! This one is nice and fluff for you so, enjoy

word count; 1,707

pairing; Carlos Olivera x reader

Carlos was out drinking and just generally having a good time with himself, he had originally went out with some friends but a lot of them had to leave to go back home to their girlfriends; which only made the fun drinking turned into moping around and thinking while drinking he was the only one without a girl at home; he could try with Jill but he knows better she had feelings for a different man and he knew this but there was another girl he could try. (Y/n) she’s a former officer turned BSAA agent, he met her soon after he also joined the organization taking orders to move to latin america area only coming back to the USA for some jobs and or to visit his friends; she was a star to look at, her (h/l) (h/c) hair, her soft (s/c) skin, and then obviously the best part of any woman in his eyes- her soft (e/c) eyes that feel like she could pierce your soul; she was a real gem for sure but would she think of him like that? He doesn’t know and frankly even the drunk him didn’t want to know. “Hey Carlos!” He heard his name coming from behind him, he turned around and saw Jill and her friend Chris, he smiled. “Hey valentine!” He said waving at her as he watched the two of them walk up to him. “You okay man?” Chris chimed in as he patted Carlos’ shoulder making the slightly smaller man laugh. “I’m okay just going to the next bar” He stated shaking his head. “Mind if we join ?” Jill hummed as she smiled, Carlos shook his head and smiled waving at them to follow him; he would love some company right now. They entered another bar, this one was a lot quieter than the rest of them, having a much more upper class kind of feel without it actually being upper class. They looked around as they ordered their first drink; Jill and Chris went off about something Carlos wasn’t really paying attention only say ‘yeah’ and ‘mhm’ every now and again, but then his eyes stopped as he spotted (y/n) on the other side of the bar, clearly intoxicated, getting flirted on by a clearly almost sober guy trying to get her to leave the bar. The other two spotted it and slowly moved away from Carlos so he didn’t feel obligated to stay away; they knew he at least found the agent a little attractive so might as well let him play hero. “No, I’ve told you so many times I’m not leaving with you” (y/n) said clearly upset that this man kept trying to take her out of the bar, she was dressed nice in a beautiful (f/c) short dress with matching heels, her hair pulled back in a beautiful braid she looked like she had gotten ready for a date and it didn’t go as planned. “Come on doll; just come home with me” The man said again now trying to physically pull the woman away from the bar. “Hey pal! She said no. now go fuck yourself and get out of here” Carlos said his voice getting a little louder and more aggressive to get the guy to back off which worked as Carlos watched the guy jump and shallow hard realizing who he was quickly leaving. “T-thanks Carlos” (y/n) said as she ordered another drink, Carlos walked over completely placing his hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” He said as he noticed that she had been crying, taking the new drink away watching the woman whine a little and then finally give up, though he couldn’t admit that hearing her whine was kind of cute. “Not really… I was supposed to be on a date right now, but he never showed up” She said gulping, looking down in shame, making Carlos feel some sort of anger, sadness, why is he feeling this way? “Hey maybe we should get you home before that happens again” He stated, raising his eyebrow flashing her his signature smile, holding his hand out for her, this making the drunken woman smile back at him and giggling a little before taking the hand in front of her. “Okay… thank you” She whispered as he helped her up and walked her out of the bar. Walking down the street, still holding onto her hand, he would let go if she wanted him to but instead she intertwined their fingers as they walked. “So what brings you back? I thought you went back to…” She trailed off making Carlos chuckle shaking his head. “Latin america? I’m still there. I just had a little bit of a vacation and decided to come visit some friends” He started looking at her, seeing her frown a little. “You didn’t come see me?” She questioned as she hiccuped; letting go of his hand and slinged her arm around his shoulders as the man now helps her walk. “I didn’t know you were in town, i thought you were out on a job” He said laughing a little as they made it to her apartment building. He helped her up to her apartment hearing her babble a little about random things and assuring random pass bys that he was a friend trying to get her home. He unlocked her door pushing it open and turning on the light, looking around at the well decorated clean apartment which beats a lot of the agents’ places that he knows. “Come on let's get you to bed” He said, helping the now half asleep woman down the hall to her bedroom, putting her down on the bed. “Wait..” She said, reaching out for him again, tugging on his sleeve. “What?” He said softly as he looked into (y/n)’s (e/c) eyes with a soft caring look. “Will you help me change?” She asked as she hugged him, making him sigh, he doesn’t want someone thinking he took advantage of this situation because he’s not like that but she also clearly can’t do too much on her own like this. “Fine, tell me where your pajamas are” He says, hugging her back- giving her a small squeeze. “In the drawer second to the top of that dresser” She said pointing to a beautiful dark oak dresser, this woman has an amazing taste in furniture like she does in clothes. “Okay” He said walking over to it, opening the drawer, she told him to see a bunch of underwear and bras quickly closing it; his face turning red, he tried the drawer above it and finally found pjs. He pulled out a (f/c) color pair of soft pants and a black tank top coming back to the bed where she was. He kneeled down next to her, taking off her shoes, reaching up and looking away, his face burning bright red as he pulled down her stockings; he cleared his throat as the woman started giggling. “Come on don’t be weird about it” Y/n said in between giggling as she grabbed his hands stopping them at her knees. She had always liked the long shaggy haired man in front of her, but when he left it felt like her heart was broken, she never got the chance to tell him how she felt, she had first met him in Raccoon City and then grew closer to him afterward but then he was gone; she doesn’t know why now but she feels like it’s the only time she’ll be able to get her feelings off her chest before he disappears again. “Carlos I have something to say to you” She said gulping as she looked into his soft brown eyes. “Yes?” He questioned smirking a little as an eyebrow raised. She was starting to rethink this. Maybe she shouldn’t say anything, or should she just go straight for it? She gulped before bending down and kissing the man in front of her placing one hand on his cheek and the other on the side of his neck, she felt him freeze up making her think that she messed up, before she could pull away though Carlos started to kiss her back his hands moving, one to the back of her head and the other to her side. Moving her to lay down on her back with him on top, they continued to make out; his hands moving around and squeezing different parts of (y/n)’s body; of course she kicked the rest of her stockings off of her legs and with everything else her dress started to move up her hips and now laid on her waist exposing her entire lower half of her body. As she started to grind against the man on top of her feeling how hard he was; Carlos snapped back and pushed away panting seeing the woman under him breathless and frowning. “Why did you stop?” She whined a little, making Carlos feel just how tight his pants were getting. “I can’t do this…” He said seeing how heartbroken the woman was under him. “I can’t do this like this” He clarified, still seeing how upset she still is. “I like you (y/n) but I can’t do this while you’re drunk I just can’t” Carlos said back off of her and clearing his throat; he really was a good guy. “So… you do like me back?” She asked; clearly she is drunk and making sure she got the message properly. “Yes I do, I really do but I just… I will not sleep with you while you're practically black out drunk” He stated, giving her a small kiss. “...would you at least stay with me tonight?” She said looking down, he chuckled and put his hand on her knee. “Yes I will” He smiled, finishing helping her undress and getting dressed again. “Come on then!” (y/n) said as she waited for him to come into bed with her. He chuckled as he stripped down to his boxers, crawling in next to her feeling her snuggle into his side. “Maybe tonight was my lucky night after all”

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masalvas-girl · 5 years ago

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝘿𝙖𝙮 (𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙄𝙄𝙄)

You can read part 1 here and part 2 here. Hope you like this! Tell me if you want a fourth part please.

➷➹➷➹➷➹➷➹➷➹➷➹➷➹➷➹➷➹➷➹➷➹➷➹

𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂, 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂

It was a rainy night. Juliet could hear the gentle whisper of rain hitting the window. Carlos was lying down awake beside her, and oh god, she was exhausted. Juliet was looking at the ceiling, lost in her own thoughts, when she felt his hand caress her right naked thigh. She turned to see him and moved a little bit towards him, just to rest her head and part of her chest on his. Hearing the smooth beat of his heart was her favorite thing to do after, well, after having a long session of cardio with him. Carlos had always been a very generous lover, and that night was no exception. He fucked her like no one else had before.

—I love you. Did you know that? —the sound of his serene voice and the rain mixed together like a song. These were the moments she loved the most, when they shared their intimacy without any external pressures or awkward interruptions. Sometimes, it seemed like his boss and work mates adored ruining certain moments.

—I was just starting to suspect it —he rolled his eyes even though they weren´t looking at eachother and laughed. Juliet laughed too, and started playing with his chest hair, which was located on his well-defined pectoral area, and also on the inferior part of his bellybutton, a.k.a ¨happy trail¨. Juliet loved it. A fine coat of sweat covered his skin making it glisten under the light of that old yellow bulb. She couldn´t be more in love—. Joking! You know I love you too… a lot —she turned her head and looked intensely at his dark eyes while she lowered her hand slowly, touching every part his body which looked like it belonged to a Greek God. All the time he had spent away exercising really paid off well.

—God, you never get tired, do you? My little love-machine, you never let me rest —he placed a kiss on her lips that got more intense with every passing second. Carlos loved kissing her soft cherry-red lips, and she never complained about it. The young woman sat on him, just above his lower abdomen, and tied her long wavy dark hair on a high pigtail.

—It´s your fault for being so damn handsome —she whispered to his ear and that was the final trigger for Carlos. He started tracing wet kisses all over her jaw, neck and collarbones. Little moans escaped her parted lips, and he nibbled against her hot skin.

—I should go grab a condom before this gets worse, I left 'em in the bathroom —Juliet let out a quick chuckle, hearing the despair in his voice was a weird form of compliment. She got off Carlos and he got up quickly. The sight of his body only covered in a pair of black boxers was so delightful that she didn´t mind the interruption it represented.

Everything was perfect and normal as usual, until he suddenly stopped and took a step back. Carlos´ hands started trembling and he staggered. He turned around to see Juliet from the foot of the bed. At first she thought he was joking, but out of the blue he coughed up a serious amount of blood. His skin started turning to a grey, dead-like color. He let himself drop violently to his knees, and Juliet got out of bed and ran towards him.

—Carlos! What the fuck is going on?! —she repeated his name over and over again, but he didn´t seem to listen. He was now starting to look like a decayed corpse, and Juliet felt a paralyzing horror pumping through her veins. She touched his back, and he raised his head in her direction aggressively. His eyes appeared to be blind and with the animal snarl he gave, she noticed that now Carlos had really sharp teeth. Juliet´s legs failed her and she fell suddenly on her backside. He began crawling slowly towards her.

—Take my gun —he said with difficulty between painful groans, as if he was fighting something inside him—… End this, please…

Juliet reached frantically under the bed; she could feel her heartbeat rumbling in her ears and her body was turning cold with adrenaline. He was getting closer and when she thought it was too late, the feel of cold steel greeted her hand and she took it out. It was Carlos´ Pistol G18. She pointed it at him, grabbing the gun with both her trembling hands because of its weight, and from his left eye, a slow tear came out. She couldn´t do it. She lowered the gun, giving up all type of self-defense, and he jumped straight to her, losing any sense of humanity. She was incapable of shooting the man she loved.

Everything turned black.

𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰...

She woke up with a violent jolt the moment Carlos jumped up at her. It was just another stupid nightmare. Why did she keep dreaming about him though? Oh, of course… She missed him like hell, and those dreams that turned into nightmares were no strange to her anymore. Juliet felt heaviness inside of her every time she thought about him, and she was sick of having those dreams. She covered her face with her hands; trying to shake up the sensation that awful nightmare had given her.

She removed her hands and held them in the air in front of her face for a little bit. They were shaking just like in her dream, and she had some cuts in her palms that she didn´t remember. Juliet couldn´t tell whether it was day or night because of where she was. That fucking closet that was so small she barely fitted in it, but now, it was the safest place. Or at least that´s what she told herself. She stretched and turned on the light without having to stand up. The lights blinded her, and she squeezed her eyes. Once they got accustomed to the light, she took her vision to her leg. The little pool of blood was still there, but at least her leg wasn´t bleeding anymore. When she took away the fabric piece she had cut from an old t-shirt to serve as a bandage, she was able to inspect the damage that was done in her calf.

The laceration had to be at least 2.75 inches long and it didn’t look too wide, but it had to get medical examination, which seemed a little impossible in the middle of fucking apocalypse. Juliet took that same t-shirt she had made the first bandage with, and repeated the process... Tying up that motherfucker was seriously painful, but it stopped the bleeding successfully. She had to bite down on the rest of the t-shirt that was left, and the woman frowned hard when the piece of fabric adhered to her open wound.

She lied down again on the hard ground, with her mind drifting away from reality. What was the point of going on? Her family was possibly dead already, and Carlos was way long gone. She closed her eyes, mentally and physically tired, but she was afraid of falling asleep and having another one of those dreams. Tears started flowing without control from her eyes. Why didn´t she warn everyone when she had the chance? She was scared of looking completely nuts to everybody like she did to Carlos. Now all of those deaths fell upon her shoulders. And she wasn’t strong enough to carry that weight.

Juliet looked at her right and she saw that her combat knife and Desert Eagle were still there. Daddy had taught her well on how to defend herself, and she proved it when Mrs. Jones had pounced on her, almost taking a big bite from her neck. Poor thing, ended up with her brains blown out. And Juliet still couldn´t process it. It felt like she was in one of her twisted nightmares, but no, sadly, that was Raccoon City´s reality. All thanks to Umbrella. Fuckers.

She was starting to fall asleep again when she heard some distant noises inside her apartment, silent steps. Juliet opened her eyes wide, and her heart skipped a beat. She made sure she closed all the doors and the windows. Perhaps they were capable of opening doors too? If they were, it seemed that the smell of blood really attracted those monsters...

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It didn’t take long for Carlos to reach the building of apartments were Juliet used to live. So many thoughts and memories came to his mind when he located the phone booth which was at the counter corner of the building. Some months ago he would dial up Juliet´s phone number from that phone booth and look at her window just in case she peeked a look to the street. But that never happened. Now, that window was dark and it looked sinister and empty. The whole city looked like that. Dead.

Entering the place wasn’t that complicated. The doors weren´t locked and all the zombies that had been wandering inside had already been killed, but he was still careful with every movement he made. Carlos took the elevator to the floor number five, and when he arrived he saw what was left of Juliet´s favorite neighbor resting against a wall. He felt nauseous, as he had known that old lady very well, and now he had seen her with her head blown off. The whole place was a bloodbath, and still, no sign of Juliet. He reached her door, which was locked with key. Luckily, he had his lock pick at a hand's reach. Carlos was skilled and it took him no time to open the white door.

Inside, everything was just how he remembered it. The arrangements of furniture, the color of the walls, even the fucking hole in the wall of the hall he had made once by accident. The only thing that was missing was her. He took a step to get in, and instantly noticed he had stepped on something sticky. The dark-haired man lowered his head to check what it was, and he realized it was coagulated blood. Carlos started to get worried. What if she had been infected and now was walking around the apartment in the form of a cannibal zombie perfectly capable of hurting him? Or even worst, what if she was still in the process of converting? Carlos knew the virus could be awfully slow. He knew that if he found Juliet like that it would be so horribly painful and traumatic having to kill her. He even doubted he had the balls to do such thing. But it was too late, and he couldn’t leave just like that. Carlos tried to keep the hopes up of finding her alive and well.

He followed the dark trace of blood that led him to her bedroom, and then, to her closet. He could taste the iron in his own mouth. He reached for the door knob, and twisted it ever so slowly. Once it was completely open, he swung the door open quickly. Carlos found her curled up in the farest corner of the small closet, pointing her gun with unstable hands at him. When they recognized eachother, they let out a loud relieve sigh at the same time. She dropped both her hands at her sides, and her face softened up. It looked like she had been crying. Juliet got up and walked the short distance that separated them. He noticed that the girl had a limp and an improvised bandage around her right calf. That could explain all the blood. Was it a bite?

—Carlos! My God, you are alive! —She held him tight between her arms, so much that she almost choked him, and he never thought a simple embrace could feel so comforting.

—Of course I am alive! I had to come and get you out of here —he left his gun drop to the ground and held her just as tight around her waist.

—I told you to never come back —she stepped away after a long time of hugging, she started cleaning the tears of relief away from her face. He remembered how Juliet didn´t like it when people saw her crying. Not even in the middle of an apocalypse.

—You know I'm real stubborn, honey.

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thatgoblin · 4 years ago

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Dirty Bird Part 1

Summary: Kit Rogers has had a crush on her best friend Carlos for years. They always flirt, Carlos more so than Kit, but it’s just fun and games with no serious intention. At least until Carlos finds Kit’s phone unlocked and open to a very specific romance book. Then all bets are off and Carlos will win this game of who will be the first to break and make a move. The others are collateral damage and wish Carlos and Kit would just bang already.

A/N: A slight AU set in present day, but instead of hunting B.O.W.s, the gang are an elite security team that handles everything from celebrities to offering an extra hand to politicians to even helping people that need the protection for court cases. Chris, Leon, Claire, Jill, Carlos, Kit, etc. all work for the company. Also I have Carlos from Brazil in this so his native language will be Portuguese.

Warnings: Smut, porn, kinky porn, bondage, edging, dirty talk, sexting, sex toys, praise kink, gun play, knife play, sexual harassment, a very tired and very done with his crew Chris Redfield.

“Hey, Kit-Kat, when’s our date?” Carlos asked, coming over to sit on the front of my desk.

“Jesus,” I hissed, jumping at his voice. “I’m going to put a collar with a bell on you.” For once he wasn’t in tactical gear and sounding like a whole troop of people marching about. I actually didn't hear him sneak up on me in his civilian boots.

“Ooo, kinky,” he chuckled as he began to pick up and pilfer through the things around my desk like he always did, careful to put them back where he got them as well.

“Uh huh, can I help you?” I asked with a sigh, looking up at him while he just gave me his usual goofy smile.

While Carlos worked on the ground in the security company we were both employed at as the actual physical security, I worked with the tech side of things. Anything computer or tech based work went through me. There was a small team under me, so it wasn’t my job to do everything. Not that I actually gave more work to the team when I was overwhelmed. I liked being busy, it made the day go by faster, but it also made it easier for Carlos to sneak up on me when he wasn’t actively doing something.

“I already asked you. When’s our date?” Carlos asked as he stood up from my desk.

“We don’t go on dates, Carlos,” I said with a snort. “Now, if you want to have a few drinks and look at girls, I’m game for that.”

“You always say that. I mean an actual date. Like you and me, a little Brazilian place in town, some camarão no leite de coco, a couple of beers, come on,” he said.

“I thought you didn’t like shrimp,” I said, looking back to my computer as I pulled up an email that came in.

“Not all the time, I like them in Brazilian dishes,” he said, moving around to perch his chin on my head. “What’s Chris yelling at you about now?”

“I swear to god, Carlos,” I huffed. “You can’t be reading my emails, with or without me, you know this.”

“Yet, I still do it,” he chuckled, his body pressed against my sitting form much like a dog wanting attention. Carlos was kind of like a local stray that loved everyone so easily. No one tried to make him leave, instead giving in to his small wants at first then suddenly he was just there all the time and everyone accepted it. That was how we met.

A few years after Chris Redfield started the S.T.A.R.S.( Security, Tactile, Assistance, Reconnaissance, Service) he had found me in a basement working for random jobs that happened to involve his company and clients. I was hacking his systems and stealing his data. The fact that he didn’t have me arrested or try to kill me was surprising. What surprised me more was that he offered me a job with quality pay and equipment. Assuring me the health, dental, and vision insurances were top tier was a good selling point for me as well.

I was so used to working on my own and over a screen or phone line, interacting with others was weird at first. Especially when meeting Carlos. He took one look at me, asked my name, and from then on called me ‘Kit-Kat’ and treated me like I was a lost puppy. There were random hugs from nowhere that he insisted on, saying that it was for my health as I hid most of the time in my office. Then I was called into the field and Carlos was my partner for my first mission. I had no experience with actually protecting people or acting as security. Even though I was only there to keep an eye on the computer of the client who was receiving death threats from an unknown source.

It wasn’t necessarily special in general, but the client was testifying against their ex who was a big name in the drug trade. The job for me was simple, screen everything and follow the bread crumb trail to the person behind everything. Well, I had found them and it wasn’t the ex. It was from a ‘nice guy’ friend of the client who wanted to be more than friends for so long and so badly it had become an obsession. He’d gone so far as to try and set up an attempted murder so he could rescue the client himself.

The plan went horribly wrong and instead of the client getting attacked, it was me. If it hadn’t been for Carlos coming in to save the day, I would not have been there at my desk for him to bother as I tried to keep up with company policy on privacy.

“Is there any other reason that you’re here? You know, other than to use me for a perch and read my work?” I asked, reaching back to dig my fingers into his side. Carlos jumped back with a grunt as he slapped at my hand.

“I already told you, I wanna take you out on a date,” Carlos said, going back to his usual spot on the side of my desk.

“And I already told you, we’re not going to date,” I said, shaking my head. Sure the guy was drop dead gorgeous and smooth with his words, but he was also like that with everyone. He always asked everyone out for a date, even Chris when the guy was stressed and needed a laugh. No one was off limits to Carlos’ charm. As much as I would love to be in a relationship with him, I doubted he’d be able to really commit. Nothing against him, but I had some. . . Needs. Carlos probably was into some tame stuff sexually, like nothing more than a blindfold for a few minutes.

I on the other hand. . . I needed a firm hand and I didn’t want sweet Carlos to think that I was a freak in a bad way. The last time I was in a relationship and tried to go that route, my girlfriend told me I was weird and needed therapy. That was nearly 3 years ago and since then I’d only had one sexual partner and he lasted a month nearly 2 years ago. I did have a dom that was my girlfriend for a few years, but then her job took them out of town for good and I didn’t want to move. It was an amicable split, but she’d left me to another dom who was. . . He wasn’t the best. Nothing abusive, just didn’t read me very well. That was only a few months before I left the scene all together and went ‘vanilla.’

I didn’t want to mess things up with Carlos. He was one of my best friends and I didn’t want things to get weird and I ended up losing him because I wasn’t fulfilled sexually. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d get me off, but I would slip into my head too easily and the relationship would suffer from that. It had taken me some time, but I figured out how I worked and what I needed from someone in a relationship. Some people needed more and some people needed less, I just happened to need more. It wasn’t one-sided though, I was willing to give the other person what they needed as well, but I always felt like I was asking too much.

Carlos was a giver for sure and I didn’t want to take too much if he didn’t have it to give. It wasn’t fair to either of us, so I held back and kept up my walls to keep us as friends. At least as friends I was never alone and we could rely on each other. It was almost like being married without romance.

“So, what are you doing Friday night then?” Carlos asked, beginning his pilfering of my desk again.

“I’m working late. Trying to get things set up for your mission come Sunday,” I said, glancing at him before taking a crystal pyramid from him as he started to poke me with the tip. “It’s a short one, but I’d rather have all the bases covered so you’re not left in a lurch in case something happens.”

“So, if I brought take out to keep you company with a few beers then that would be acceptable?” He asked.

“I suppose so, but I can’t take too many breaks,” I said, giving him a look. “How about some Indian food? I’ll order ahead and you can pick up.”

“Sounds like a plan, Kit-Kat,” he said, clicking his tongue with a wink as he stood up. “Just let me know the time.”

“Will do,” I said, giving him a salute. “Now get out of here and let me work before Chris sends an email about ‘professionalism’ and we have to have a company wide meeting about workplace ethics.”

“Those are the best meetings though,” Carlos chuckled with a wave. “See you later.”

“See ya,” I said, smiling as I shook my head at him.

Friday came quicker than I thought it would. There was suddenly more work to be done than before, a second mission being planned, which meant I was probably not going home. Carlos would at least be some sort of company at least.

Needing a break from looking at my computer screen, I pulled out my phone to read the latest erotic fiction I had found by accident. Most of the time it was boring to me, women fixing men or men falling in love so easily. There was no fun antics or shenanigans, not to mention the sex scenes were subpar.

The one I found put those to shame and made ‘Fifty Shades of Gray’ look like a teenage fanfic. It had interesting characters, mystery, intrigue, and filthy, nasty sex that I longed for.

It even had pictures.

I was a few paragraphs into a new chapter where the main character was being overwhelmed, so the love interest took her to his own private dungeon to use sensory deprivation as he tied her up with rope.

Carefully, muttering words of affirmation and comfort, Carl pushed the large, red ball gag into Katrina’s mouth. He hummed softly as she slowly relaxed as each piece of bondage was added. He slid a blindfold over her eyes before he took lengths of red rope and bound her arms behind her, braiding the rope up her arms and around her chest. Her nipples were hard, excited at the attention her whole body was receiving.

Carl made sure to bind them tightly too. Katrina’s breasts were not large, but after the rope was wound around them, they were large and lifted. Just how Carl liked them as it made it easier to tease and torture. More rope was wound around Katrina, tying her calves to her thighs as well as trailing from her chest down like a spider web, over her hips and sex to sit directly on her cl-

“What’re you reading?”

“Nothing!” I screamed, shoving my phone under folders where Carlos could see it. I didn’t hear him come in, again. “Can you stop sneaking up on me?”

“Are you watching porn? Cause if so, let me watch too,” Carlos chuckled as he set the food down on my desk.

“It’s not porn, just a book I’m reading. I was at a good part,” I said, putting my phone in my drawer.

“I can tell. I knocked and said your name, but you didn’t even look up. What’s it called? Maybe I’ll have a read,” he said, getting paper plates from the to go bags for us.

“I don’t remember. I’ll look it up later for you,” I said, relaxing a bit. He would never find out what book it was if I could help it.

“Okay, cool,” he said. “How’s work coming?”

“Well, I’m going to be here all night if Chris doesn’t stop scheduling missions last minute,” I said with a sigh. “I was hoping I’d get out by midnight, but that’s not happening.”

“Isn’t there anyone else who can help with that?” Carlos asked as he divided up the food.

“Yeah, but I like to do it myself and not have to double check work constantly. I already check my own, if someone else does it then I’ll have to double check them as well and it’s just easier to do it myself,” I said, seeing that I was able to get a rendering started. It would take half an hour so the small break and dinner wouldn’t put me behind.

“You know that Chris had a team put together for you, so you didn’t have to do this on your own, right?” Carlos said, pulling my attention away from the computer.

“I know, I know, but. . . I just have a hard time letting someone else have control over stuff. Especially if I’m the one that’s signing off on it that it’s good to go,” I said. “I mean, it’s one thing to trust you with picking out food-”

“Which you didn’t, by the way,” Carlos said with a smirk.

“But it’s another to have people's lives on the line. I won’t take chances with that,” I said, giving him a look.

“Hey, Kit-Kat,” he said, reaching over to grab my hand that was twirling a pen. “You’re the best this place has, but everyone here knows their job. That’s why they’re here. You don’t have to do this alone, the whole point of having a team is to rely on others.”

“I get that and I do hand things over, but. . .” I said, trailing off with a sigh. His hands were rough compared to mine. They were battle worn and had calluses from the hard physical labor of being a grunt. Carlos always knew how to use them though, in fights or like right then when I was slowly letting my guard down a bit. He sat quietly as he gently rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb.

“But what?” He asked softly.

“But it’s you on the mission and I cannot let anything go out that could get you hurt or worse,” I said, keeping my eyes on our hands. “I would never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me and my team and I didn’t catch it because I handed it off to someone else.”

“Your team needs your trust though, Kit. I trust my team,” Carlos said, pulling me over in my wheely office chair. “Look, it’s going to take more than some broken tech to get rid of me okay?” I looked up at him, seeing that goofy smile behind that wild hair.

“You’re my best friend, Carlos. I just don’t want to lose you, okay?” I said, giving a soft smile back.

“Like I could leave you in a cruel Carlos-less world,” he chuckled, pulling me in for a hug.

In the midst of the hug, we knocked over a tub of butter chicken onto me and the floor. The orange sauce soaked into my clothes as it dripped down my desk as we pushed apart quickly.

“Shit, sorry, Kit-Kat,” he said, jumping up to grab paper towels from the bathroom.

“Not your fault. We were getting emotional and this is our punishment for it,” I called after him with a laugh. Thankfully the food wasn’t too hot, but it did cover the front of my shirt and pants. I was going to have to change clothes entirely. “Hey, you get the stuff on the floor and desk, I’m gonna run to the locker room and clean up. I’m gonna have to shower to get all this off me,” I said with a sigh.

“Gotcha. As much as I love butter chicken, I don’t think that color suits you,” he said with a wink.

“I swear,” I grumbled, taking some of the paper towels from him to keep from dripping a trail of spices.

~~~~~~

Carlos let Kit walk away to get cleaned up as he took care of the floor and desk. It wasn’t too bad of a spill, it just happened to end up mostly on Kit. Finding some spray cleaner in the cabinet behind her desk, he quickly took care of the spilt food. At least they still had the curry and rice.

With the spill cleaned up, Carlos made sure the other tubs had their lids closed tightly to avoid further catastrophe. He also found himself unsure of what to do next. He didn’t want to eat without Kit, but what else was there to do? Then Carlos remembered her phone.

With a mischievous smirk, he dug it out from under the files then entered her passcode to find the book she had been reading. Was it probably not okay to do that? Yes. Was he probably going to get socked in the head by Kit if she found out? Very much yes. But when he’d arrived at her office, she had this look on her face with her mouth partially open and her pupils were blown wide as she was breathing a bit heavy. She had to have been reading something good.

For as long as he’d known Kit, she’d been pretty controlling about things as well as uptight in general. Not really in a bad way, but she could learn to relax. Carlos thought it would be nice to date her, help her open up a bit as they enjoyed each other’s company and liked being around one another a lot (they often stayed at each other’s places on the weekends after missions or just because) but each attempt at flirting or asking out failed and he couldn’t figure out why. That evening he was starting to think maybe they were just really good friends and that’s how she saw them. He would have let it be and kept the friendship, but when he started to read her book, he realized he had been going about it ALL wrong.

So that was what his Kit-Kat really wanted. Not the guy next door routine he’d relied on and thought everyone wanted. Well then, it was time to do some research and dig a bit more into this new scene he’d stumbled upon.

The mission was planned to be only a few days and had a lot of waiting around, so Carlos had planned to take time to read up on some things. The others didn’t question him about what it was, his reading picks were pretty random ranging from gunsmithing to Japanese geo-political situations to Ethiopian cooking. So when his nose was buried in a kindle in the down time, they didn’t think twice.

What Carlos found out was that there was a LOT more to the book Kit had been reading and he was starting to think he’d gone in over his head. He had to remind himself though, this was the girl he’d wanted to be with for nearly four years and he was going to do his homework and go that extra mile to impress her and woo her. Even if it meant learning about a whole subculture.

Back at home, he usually spent his first day home with Kit to come down from the adrenaline and anxiety, but the mission was a flop. They had been there for just an hour when they were told that they wouldn’t be needed after all because they ended up choosing a different security company. That was the third time in a month that had happened. Jobs were getting harder to get and keep it seemed with some other rival company called ‘Umbrella’ swooping in at the last second to steal the job. He let Kit know what had happened so he’d be home sooner. She had already said that it was okay that he wasn’t coming over, she was finally letting herself rest. So he was going to take advantage of seeing about the local BDSM scene. He’d read a lot, but needed to talk to someone who knew about it and could explain some things to him. Last thing he wanted was to come in guns blazing and scare Kit off completely.

Finding the building, he’d called ahead to make an appointment to talk to the owner of a local BDSM club. Her name was Lady Alcina Dimitrescu and she was a dom at the club as well.

Carlos wanted to be as serious as he could be about the lesson, so he dressed in his best jeans and a button up that was clean. He didn’t really have much in the way of dress clothing save for a suit and he felt that was over kill. At the front door of the club, he found there was no sign to say what it was other than a black and gold sign marked ‘Club Gold.’ The door itself was down a few steps with a patio on either side of opaque glass windows, the wood of the door was thick and heavy, but a shiny black to match the sign.

Should he knock? Should he message that he was there? Carlos didn’t want to be rude, but he also didn’t want to be late. Checking the door, he found it unlocked. There were no people around the front so when he walked in, the place was quiet. It was the middle of the day, so a BDSM club probably wasn’t in it’s prime hours.

“Mr. Oliveira?” A woman’s voice asked. Carlos turned to see in the bar area where she stood. Dressed in a black business dress with matching patent leather heels that he was pretty sure would work as daggers, the woman smiled and waved to him. “Welcome, I’m Lady Dimitrescu,” she said as he walked over to him. Every step was confident and powerful, the click clack of her heels had ‘unf’ behind them. Her posture and movements said she was very much in control.

“Hello, uh, call me Carlos, please,” he said with a smile, holding out a hand to her.

“Of course. Welcome to ‘Club Gold,’” she said as she took his hand in a firm shake. “Usually we don’t open till 10 PM, but your email was intriguing. Usually we don’t teach directly, but because you explained your situation quite well, I’d be happy to help.”

“Thank you, really,” Carlos said. “I’m not too sure about joining a club like this, but I definitely want to make sure I have what it takes to woo my girl.”

“That’s the beauty of the scene. It’s all safe, sane, and consensual. You don’t do anything you don’t like and neither does your partner or all the participants of your scene. That’s why communication is important. You want to show this young lady that you’re interested in her, but she seems to be interested in less conventional romances, yes?” Lady Dimitrescu said.

“Yeah. I read some of the books she has and I figured that maybe I should try something else. Maybe something to suggest that I would like to try out her interests or at the least show that I’m not the guy next door that has no clue how to pick up on hints and such,” Carlos said with a soft chuckle.

“Well then, let’s begin,” Lady Dimitrescu said with a smirk. She turned on her heel, crooking her finger for him to follow her deeper into the club. Carlos eagerly followed, unaware of all that he would learn.

~~~~~~

I hadn’t seen Carlos in a few days, well properly. There had been a few run ins at the cafeteria, but he’d quickly run off with a wave because of training. It wasn’t that odd, given they had to stay in top shape. Especially with down time now, he would be training a lot more. Which meant I was free to work without him popping in to distract me. Though I really did like him dropping in once in a while. It was getting a bit lonely as I passed on a few projects to my team. I was taking some of his advice to trust my team and make less work for myself. They were excited to have decent work, so I let them have it. It meant I wasn’t as stressed and could get more important work done.

About lunch time, I had decided to head to the cafeteria for some coffee and maybe something from the lunch line. At the coffee station, I grabbed the creamer and mixed it with the steaming, dark drink in my tumbler as I heard the clomping footsteps I was used to.

“Hey there stranger,” I said, giving Carlos a smile. He was in his work out clothes, meaning I could see how sweaty he was in his tight tee and sweatpants that hugged his ass perfectly. I would never complain about seeing that. “How’s it going?”

“Good, we’re doing drills today so I’m getting my ass handed to me by Jill,” he chuckled, leaning against the counter next to me.

“Well, you have fun with that. I stay in the office for that reason. My ass would be taken out by a rogue fly if I tried to do any of the training you guys did more than necessary,” I said with a snort.

“Oh I don’t know. I think you’d surprise yourself,” he said with a snort before pointing to my back. “Oh, your shirt’s come undone in the back.”

Clothing for the most part was pretty casual for the organization, mostly because we had to be able to move and run at a moment’s notice. So, my jeans and black top were in line with policy. The one I had on was over a gray tank top. It gave me long sleeves while winding around my chest to tie in the back. I usually had a lab coat on when in my office or working with my team, but it was one of those days of just being easy to overheat with that one extra layer so the lab coat was off on my break.

“Crap, can you get them for me so I don’t look like an octopus trying to turn around with a spine?” I asked, knowing that it probably came undone because of my crappy tying skills. If it was in front of me, that would be a different story.

“Yeah, sure thing, Kit-Kat,” he said as he moved behind me. I was not prepared for what happened next.

Standing behind me, Carlos adjusted the straps to tighten them. Which would be fine, but he was so close as he worked his arms around me to make sure nothing was pinching or pulling. His dexterous fingers pressed the tie string down just under my breasts to almost braid it down my midsection. Carlos' breath was hot on the back of my neck and I swear he was just an inch away from pressing against me. Then the man had the audacity to tighten the string like he was lacing up a corset as he made just the lowest and softest grunt. I could not help the face I made as my eyes went wide and my cheeks got hot.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no.

“Does it feel okay?” He asked, his voice low as he stayed close.

“Mhmm,” I nodded, not trusting my voice to be steady as I felt him tie it off. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. I better get some food, training is gonna start again soon. I’ll see you later,” Carlos said, stepping away and suddenly turned back into his usual goofy self. I waved back to him before looking at my coffee and questioning everything I knew.

What the hell just happened?

“Uh, Kit?” Rebecca Chambers, the head medical officer, asked as she came up to me. “You okay?”

“Who was that man and what did he do with Carlos?” I wheezed, turning to look at her as I held onto the counter to steady my suddenly shaky legs.

The surprise of Carlos suddenly becoming a very, very dominating flirt was jarring, but not in a bad way. In fact it was really nice and I think I discovered something new about myself and having clothes tied to me. Damn it.

Later in the week, I was told I had training to do. It was for field missions as well as team building. Everyone was given a partner, scientists and computer techs were paired up with field grunts and commanders. Who did I get paired up with? Carlos of course.

There was an obstacle course that we would run through, which was set up two stories high. We would help balance each other as we step up a pair of logs to a post and then go across a line while holding lengths of rope like a rope swing. We then would climb across a rope lattice to the third post to zipline to the fourth post where you and your partner had to swing across a large gap to the last post that had a wobbly rope and plank bridge.

It didn’t seem that hard, but as Carlos and I grabbed the harnesses and helmets to put on, we saw the pairs trying to work together only to fail. The teams kept falling off the obstacles or getting stuck upside down, it was a bloodbath.

“So, how are we going to make it through that?” I asked as we stood off to the side.

“You’ve been through worse, it’ll be a piece of cake for us,” Carlos said as he slipped on his harness easily. “Just don’t get stuck in your head like you tend to do and you’ll be fine.”

“Uh huh,” I said with a snort as I attempted to put my own harness on. “Jesus Christ on a bike. Carlos, help. I’m already tangled in the harness and I haven’t even left the ground.”

“Alright, keep your shorts on,” he said with a chuckle. He grabbed the waist harness and held it open for me to get my legs in the right holes before having me hold the nylon straps in place. Whatever had gotten into him before had come back because he knelt directly in front of me to tighten my harness. “That feel good?” He asked, looking up from under those damn gorgeous eyelashes with a crooked smile. His voice had gone low and I felt its rumble against parts of me that it shouldn’t have. “You need it tighter, Minha gatinha?”

“What are you doing?” I hissed. My cheeks were HOT. While a lot of the employees here didn’t speak Portuguese, I did. Was this flirting better than before? Yes. Was I enjoying it? Very much yes. Was it surprising and had me taken aback into a fluster? Jesus yes. Did I know how to process this while we were at work and in front of EVERYONE? Absolutely not.

“What? I’m just making sure my partner is prepared for the obstacle course,” he said as he tightened the straps a bit before standing up to lean in close to my ear. “Now, be a good girl and put your helmet on.”

This man was an alien and had taken over my best friend’s body because Carlos could never make me blush so hard and have me squeezing my thighs together as I tried to remember how to breathe.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, my voice breathy as I put my helmet on and clipped the straps. Of course Carlos had to adjust it, his fingers grazing over my scalding skin as he looked on like it was nothing.

“Now, let’s go win an obstacle course,” he said, putting his arm around my shoulders to lead me to where we started.

The obstacle course went well, we didn’t fall, but it did take us some time when my foot got tangled in the rope lattice. Carlos was quick though, helping me lift that foot to shake it free. He also showed mercy by being his usual self when we were up there, probably to keep me from falling off like a fainting goat.

That was only the beginning though.

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beastlyinstrument · 3 years ago

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Then the man had the audacity to tighten the string like he was lacing up a corset as he made just the lowest and softest grunt. I could not help the face I made as my eyes went wide and my cheeks got hot.

His voice had gone low and I felt its rumble against parts of me that it shouldn’t have. “You need it tighter, Minha gatinha?”

The fact that he took his time in wanting to know more about Kit by studying her kink and actually learning it?? This man... ughhhh I've never swoon so hard for any male other than this dork 😩